Borrowed But Mine: An Arylie FF

Borrowed But Mine: Chapter 61

A/N: As we wind down toward the end, I haven't written yet to my satisfaction. I cannot put out subpar chapters. So while I work through my own life and the story :D grant me your patience. The updates will be published as soon as I have wrapped this story to my satisfaction. Honestly, I could write endlessly, but somewhere I need to conclude :D :D

Next update, hopefully by the end of this week. 

Love, M

Chapter 61

That evening, Rathore House.....

While Imlie slumbered in their bed, Aryan stepped out onto the terrace and returned a phone call from the hospital morgue. 

Once finished, he changed out of his t-shirt and joggers into something more suitable for his outing. With a lingering kiss on Imlie's forehead, he left to perform his task, a heaviness in his heart.

As soon as he unlocked the door and cracked it open, Archer nudged it open with a whine and soft squeal. 

Aryan let Archer in and hugged him, nearly ready to break down again. Archer put his head in the crook of Aryan shoulder and whined softly. 

I don't know what has happened Aryan, but I can't bear this. You both are upset and I can't watch you like this. Weren't we all over the moon just a couple days ago? So what's happened? Won't you tell me?

A few minutes later Aryan drew away, sniffling quietly, he dabbed away at his face with a sleeve. Cupping Archer's face, he gazed into his mellow amber eyes.  

"Watch over her while I'm gone, Archer."

Archer snuffled and lolled out his tongue, wagging his tail slowly. 

Of course, I will watch over my Imlie. Are you going to be okay though? You look like you should still be in bed with her, not leave her side. 

"I'll be back soon." Aryan straightened up and shrugged into the jacket he'd slung over his shoulder.

With a sad sigh, Archer lightly jumped up on the bed and put his head on Imlie's shins, waiting patiently for her to wake up.

Casting one last look at the pair, Aryan resolutely walked away.

In her subconscious, Imlie had adopted Krish. He'd called Aneesh to inquire about last rites shortly after he'd showered earlier. If Imlie had adopted Krish, then by extension so had he. The moment he'd touched Krish, he'd known what he'd have to do tonight. 

This was one thing he was going to do without her. With Aneesh and his father at his side. 

He quickly descended the steps and went looking for his father, finding him in the garden with his mother.